Page 38 of Bred By the BRATVA Wolf
His expression goes cold. "He's dead. They all are. Zajmi, Drakos, Anthony "Buck" Prue. We found them, the night after we shut down the safehouse and all the women were relocated to their chosen places. Luka, Kaiden, and I handled it personally."
"And?"
"And they paid for what they did. For the women they tried to traffic, the lives they destroyed." His jaw tightens. "Zajmi begged at the end. I didn't give him mercy."
I should probably be disturbed by the flatness in his voice when he talks about killing people. But I'm not. These men hurt my sister. Hurt dozens of women. They deserved what they got.
"Good," I say simply.
Yakov's eyes widen slightly, then warm. "You're perfect for me, you know that?"
"Because I'm okay with you being a ruthless Bratva Wolf?"
"Because you don't flinch from what I am." He kisses me, soft and sweet. "You see me and accept me, darkness and all. I’m sure you’d never say it out loud, but I think it also thrills you. You're mine in every way."
"I am yours." I reach over and put my hand on his as I take a deep breath. "Which is why I talked to the doctor about stopping my birth control three weeks ago."
He goes completely still. "What?"
"I can stop taking it, whenever you’re ready. I’m letting you know that I’m ready when you are." My heart is pounding. "I didn't tell you before because I wanted to be sure first. Wanted to think it through without you influencing my decision with those intense looks and dirty promises about letting your cum take root."
"Laney—" He almost growls it.
"But I'm sure now." I meet his eyes. "I want this. I want a future with you. I want to build a family with you. And I know it's fast and crazy, but you're right, nothing about us has been normal. So why change it now?"
For a moment, he just stares at me. Then he's up from the table and kissing me, hard and desperate and full of something that feels like relief and joy and hunger all mixed together.
"Say it again," he demands against my mouth.
"I want you to breed me."
He growls, lifting me onto the dining table and stepping between my legs. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
"I'm starting to get a clue." I can feel him, hard and ready against my thigh.
"I'm going to fuck you right here on this table," he says, already working at the buttons of my dress. "And then I'm going to take you to bed and do it again. And again. Until I'm sure you're pregnant with my child."
"That's not really how it works—"
"I don't care." He pulls my dress off, unhooks my bra, and tosses both aside. "I'm going to try anyway."
He's inside me before I can catch my breath, filling me completely as I lean against the table edge, dinner forgotten.
"You're going to look so beautiful pregnant," he pants, thrusting deep. "Round with my baby. Everyone will know you're mine."
"I'm already yours," I gasp, moving my hands to the table to brace myself and lifting my legs to wrap around him.
"Mine to fuck. Mine to fill. Mine to breed." His hand slides between us, finding my clit. "Say you want it. Say you want me to put a baby in you."
"I do want it," I moan.
He comes with a roar, burying himself as deep as he can get, flooding me with his release. The feeling of him pulsing inside me, his hot cum leaking between us and making everything slick, sends me over the edge too.
We ride through the pleasure, both breathing hard, his eyes not leaving my pussy as he pumps me full of his cum.
"I love you," he says quietly when he looks into my eyes, his still dark with want and desire. "I know I don't say it enough, butI do. I love you more than I thought I could love anyone. It might not be the normal way to love a person but it’s still real."
I’m still trying to catch my breath. "I love you too."
"Good." He kisses me softly. "Because you're stuck with me now."
